[Intro: Ski Mask The Slump God & Traedakidd]
([?] the hitman)
Aye!
(Gang!) Hold up
Look at my jacket, aye, aye (b*tch!)
Uh-uh, uh-uh
Uh-uh, uh-uh (You already know what the f*ck goin' on)
(Yo', Traedakidd, Friday, VR)
(Ski Mask, gang!) Aye!
[Verse 1: Ski Mask The Slump God]
Sharkboy with teeth on my swag, how you bite?
Sike, got a third leg, like a trike
Penicillin, how I take you to my strap, like dyke
For me to be with some [?]
[Chorus: Ski Mask The Slump God]
Uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh
You can't tell a n*gga nuh-uh, uh-uh
Uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh!
You can't tell a n*gga nothin', hold up!
[Verse 2: Traedakidd & Friday Santana]
Pop out the mansion, and sell for these bricks
Young Trae finesse, yeah, I used to hit licks
Hit the gas in a foreign whip
With that glizzy, all on my hip
20 bands in my hand, all cash (Cash)
Young n*gga get stacks, with the bag (Bag)
Gave my teacher the D, so I passed (Passed)
Hit her once, and I made the hoe brag (Brag)
Real n*gga, I don't check no tag (Tag)
[?], spendin' them racks (Woah!)
We turn yo' boy to a pack (Pack)
Young n*gga smokin' on gas (Friday Santana!)
[Verse 3: Friday Santana]
We turn that boy to a pack (Pew, pew)
I just be smokin' that gas (Smokin' that gas!)
Shorty pull up with the racks (Oh yeah!)
f*ckin' that bi', make her brag (God damn!)
Used to hit her in my class (huh what?)
I got digits in the bag (What?)
I got b*tches shakin' ass (I got b*tches)
I got liqour in the bag (I got liqour)
50,000 on white Vans (Yeah!)
f*ckin' 'round, and poppin' Xan (You heard?)
Used to give the teacher D, huh (Uh)
Just so I could pass the class, yeah!